"Keep hittin' the bottom of her twat with that rubber hammer, buddy boy," Frank instructed as he dropped to his knees beside Marge's shoulder, the uncapped fifth of whiskey in his left hand and his erected penis boldly protruding from his opened fly. "But cast your eyes up this way, kid, 'cause I'm gonna feed your mama some stiff meat now and I want you to see how she loves it!"
"Frank, nooh!" Marge wailed, as he grabbed her by the hair of the head and lifted her face toward his groin. "Don't make me… do a nasty thing… like that…! Oh, God, have mercy… not in front of… my sonnn!!"
Marge's piteous pleading was icing on the cake which only served to whet Frank's perverted sexual appetite. With his knees and toes on the floor, he eased back till he was sitting on his heels and pulled Marge's head onto his lap. After a glance at her crotch to make sure Kenny was still ramming the rubber pole up her, he drew her head into position and began rocking his hips, brushing the semen-dampened tip of his skinned-back cockhead lewdly back and forth across the alluring softness of her red, resisting lips.
"Come on, baby," he coaxed. "Open up. You know you want'a take a suck on Daddy's old fuckstick."
Out of the corner of her eye, Marge could see that her son was watching their every move. She was reeling with lust. There was so much pussy juice backed up in her steaming vagina she was starting to squish each time Kenny sank the foot of hard rubber into her belly. It felt wonderful. The glorious sensations of being filled to capacity at the hands of her own dear son were driving her up the walls. Secretly she yearned to suck Frank's cock for him, but she was too ashamed to do such a vulgar thing with Kenny looking on.
"Noom!" she moaned through her nose, refusing to part her clenched-together oral petals even a little bit for fear she would weaken and further disgrace herself in the eyes of her innocent offspring.
But Frank was adamant in his insistence that she fellate him, and once he talked her into "just kissing it a little bit", her baser nature rushed to the fore and Marge knew she'd lost again.
Smack, smack, smack! came the lascivious sounds, as her Judas lips betrayed her innermost emotions by raining fervent kisses upon the bluntly-rounded end of Frank's irresistible prick, almost as if they had minds of their own and she couldn't control them.
"That'a girl," he encouraged. "You like it, don't you?"
Yes, yes, you uncouth bastard, I love your cock! she moaned silently, and something inside her melted as she admitted this demeaning truth to herself.
There was no holding back now. He had her right where he wanted her. Her motherly concern drained away as the overpowering urge to take his male organ in her mouth forced her to give in to his lurid desire.
Heaving a throaty sigh of pleasured surrender, her oral petals fluttered open submissively and she extended her pink tongue to slavishly lick off the drop of clear precoital fluid that hung suspended from the eye at the tip of his enlarged glans.
"Mmmmm!" she whimpered, as the flavorful substance penetrated the pores of her tongue and set her discerning taste buds to tingling delightfully.
Ruttishly she grasped his stem and milked it for more of his sticky, male secretions. Her lapping taste organ was immediately rewarded with several large drops that'd been working their way gradually up his urethra. She smacked her lips in delectation and swallowed the viscous precum.
Although Marge's brain was dulled by alcohol and lust, she knew what she was doing. The trouble was, she couldn't help herself. Her will to resist had evaporated in the flames of her mounting carnal passion. From her peripheral vision, the sight of her child's face slammed luridly into her spinning brain, reminding her that he was watching her hold the shaft of Frank's fat dick while she licked its head like an ice cream cone. She felt horribly cheap and dirty now that she'd succumbed to her fit of oral desire in Kenny's presence, but the worst part of it was – and she couldn't deny it – having her son see her behaving like a common whore was beginning to give her the most fantastic thrill of her life! It was crazy, went against the very laws of decency, but her mood had done an abrupt about-face and suddenly she realized that she actually wanted her little boy to see her sucking cock!
"Sweet Dick! Big and fat and hard!" she heard herself crooning, and her insatiable tongue began curling worshipfully over the velvet-smooth surface of Frank's purplish cockhead.
Frank winked at the boy. "That's it, baby. Lick Daddy's knob. Damn, your tongue feels good! Pull your hair out of the way so my buddy here can see the show!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Marge brushed her hair back so her young son could see unhampered the lewd sight of her lips and tongue as they shamelessly played the overture of the skin flute rhapsody she was now more than willing to perform with Kenny as the audience.
Content to let her dally for the moment, Frank nodded approval at Kenny, who was huffing and puffing but still shoving the huge dildo in and out of his mother's squishing cunt. Then he upended the bottle and took a big slug of the rotgut it contained before he returned his attention to the docile woman.
Disentangling his fingers from her hair, he rasped in a whiskey voice, "Okay, baby, you're on your own. Get with it. I want Kenny boy to see what a greedy cocksucker his mama really is. Take me all the way and I'll let you drink the gravy. That's what you want, ain't it, hot ass? A big mouthful of cum?"
"You're awful!" Marge whined, throwing Frank an imploring glance. "Do you have to make it sound so nasty?!"
"Nasty but nice, huh? I know what you like," he taunted, and gave her nearest nipple a rough twist.
"Ouch! Damn it, Frank! Ohhh…shit, that hurt… good!"
"Confess, Marge, say the magic words."
"I'm your cocksucker!" she moaned, as he pinched her tender nipple to goad her into saying what he wanted to hear. "I adore your dong… aarrgghhhh… and your big, hairy balls! Let me blow you! Shoot your load in my… uuunnnn… mouth!"
"Sure, baby," he said, rubbing his dick over her face. "I'll let you blow me. Have at it."
She clung to his stalk, forming her full red lips into a moist, receptive O. Marge couldn't believe she was actually doing this of her own accord in front of her son. When Frank got her hot enough to go down on him, it always made her feel deliciously dirty, but never to this extent! She was burning up with desire, so enslaved by lust that she was ready for any and everything.
Marge glanced at Kenny to make sure he was watching. It was insane, but in her present state of wild passion, she wanted her son to see Frank's fat dick slipping into her mouth.
Her slender fingers gripped the pulsating shaft and peeled the foreskin hood all the way back. Then she pressed the soft O of her moistened oral petals over the bluntly rounded end of the exposed crown and moved her head forward, letting the swollen, purplish bulb enlarge the circle of her lips as she took it in her mouth.
The salty flavor of his taut-skinned knob was in no way offensive to her this time. Its musky taste had grown on her gradually. Frank had fed her cock enough times that she'd acquired a taste for it by now. Her lips tightened like a draw-string around the top part of his shaft. An involuntary sigh of longing escaped her passion-flared nostrils as she sucked down hungrily on the pungent morsel of turgid manmeat, her tongue laving its forefront to collect the tangy juice which she vacuumed up from his stem.
"Mmmmm!" she whimpered, and began bobbing her head at his loins, simultaneously sucking and licking the top four inches of his blood-filled pole.
Her saliva coated all but the lower three inches of his dong, making it nice and slippery as her encircling lips glided up and down it with rhythmic smoothness. Her hair was a tangled mess, flying everywhere. She kept brushing it back so Kenny could see what she was doing. She was beyond caring about right and wrong, helplessly mired in the lovely muck of sheer and unadulterated carnality with no desire whatsoever to pull herself out of it and escape back to even a semblance of decency. Her cheeks were streaked with mascara. Her face was covered with whitish splotches from the grotesque, testicular bulb on the dildo, the same bulb which was now splatting into the crack of her gyrating ass as her son fucked the enormous artificial phallus rapidly in and out of her squishing, slurping, firebox of a snatch. Marge knew full well that she looked and was acting worse than a whore, but wild sexual pleasure was being pumped into her from both ends, and she couldn't for the life of her give a damn about anything else at the moment.
She flung one arm around Frank and, clinging to his masculine butt, she gave her body and soul to the gut-searing heat of her raging desire. Increasing the suction till her cheeks sank inward and began quivering obscenely, she gradually speeded up the tempo of her head's arcing motions and started taking more of his prick into her voraciously suctioning mouth.
The rounded end of the blood-engorged cockhead bump, bump, bumped into the soft lining at the back of Marge's straining throat, its tufted coronal ridge dragging lasciviously over the roughened upper surface of her incessantly curling tongue.
Never had she gotten such a blatantly wicked thrill as this out of going down on Frank, and in her heart of hearts, she knew it was because Kenny was watching her and ramming that monstrous dildo up her all the while.
God, help me! she wailed inwardly. Because I can't help myself! But she wanted no help, not really, and her actions proved it.
Though she'd never been able to do it before, Marge suddenly uttered a gurgling sound and lunged her head forward, making the entire seven inches of Frank's throbbing organ disappear. The swollen crown lurched down her throat, swabbing the sides as it popped rapidly through the tight, encircling rings. Her puffy oral petals mashed against his groin, staining his fly with lipstick. She heaved a guttural groan of lust gone berserk and began swallowing fast as she could, the ringed portion of her throat skimming swiftly back and forth over the velvety contours of his sensitive, blood-engorged dickhead.
"Jesus!" Frank groaned, nearly dropping the fifth of booze as the indescribable pleasure of what she was doing to him raced up his spine and blasted his alcohol-dazed brain. It was unbelievably good, too much for any man to take. His prong, the head of which was buried deep in Marge's milking throat, gave a mighty jerk, and he threw back his head, howling with bliss as an orgasm took him over.
The first jet of his pressurized semen was rushing up his stalk just as Marge came up for air. When the thick cream erupted in a geyser-like gush from the expanded eye of his bloated glans, it painted a white line down the center of her soft palate and splashed luridly over her pink tonsils, festooning them with dripping streaks of hot sticky cum.
"Ung, ung, ung!" Frank grunted, all two-hundred-twenty pounds of him shaking helplessly as his prostate gland pumped the burdensome load of seminal fluids up from his quivering testicles.
Shoot it, shoot it! Marge yelled mentally, for as he'd said earlier, she did want a big mouthful of cum!
And she got it, spurt after forceful spurt. The steaming ejaculate flooded her oral chamber, floating her tongue and giving her a blast of rich, bitter-almond flavor. When the glutinous sperm began washing over her teeth, making her lips and cheeks bulge obscenely, she knew she'd better start swallowing. But wanting to savor the sharply acrid taste as well as to draw out the delicious humiliation of letting him shoot off in her mouth with her young child looking on, Marge hesitated a second too long.
With her mouth already full to capacity, his ballooning cockhead pumped another stream into it, forcing a wave of frothy white jism to ooze out over the soft red circle of her puffy, tremulous lips.
Emitting a tiny, gurgling whimper, her threat began working spasmodically up and down as she gulpingly ingested the orally trapped mass of hot, pungent-tasting cum. But not in time to prevent her son from seeing a rivulet of white run down from her sperm-coated lips and hang in a dangling, gluelike string from the point of her trembling chin.
She sucked the expanding and contracting head of his sperm-spurting cock rapaciously, drinking the remainder of his load as it spiraled into her greedy mouth jet by viscous jet. Her tumultuous passion drove her on, wouldn't let her stop. Even when the flow of semen ended and his prick quit pounding, she couldn't give it up. She sucked all the harder, moaning and whimpering as she drained the final sluggish drops from his deflating dong and tried to vacuum more of it up from his depleted balls.
At first Frank found her gluttony amusing, but his flaccid penis was very tender now and he couldn't stand to let her nurse on it much more. Then she started gnawing on his limber bone, too, and he couldn't take that.
"Goddamn it, woman, don't chew it off!" he rasped, and shoved her head away from his satisfied loins.
A loud, lascivious slurp sounded when his spongy dickhead broke free of her greedily sucking, cum-coated lips.
"Oh, God!" Marge groaned, and she fell back licking the final traces of cum off her shimmering oral petals, ruttishly hunching her on-fire snatch up to help her son drive the doorknob glans of the massive dildo deep into the moist heat of her heaving belly. "Give it to me, Kenny! Ahhhhhhh! Yes, yes, yes!Oh, baby, baby… Christ, how I love it! Unn, unnnnn!Harder, honey! Fuck that wicked thing into… ohhhhhh… your dirty slut of a Mother! I'm no good… no Goddamned good… but I… ooouuuu… don't care anymmoorreee!!"
Not bothering to put away his saliva-coated semierection, Frank scooted down beside Kenny and took possession of the dildo's handle. "She's ready as she ever will be, old buddy. Is your peter up?"
The slender nine-year-old nodded. He was panting for breath, partly from excitement and partly from the physical exertion of pumping that heavy dildo in and out of his mother's hairy hole. Her sex split, while nice and slick with her copious vaginal secretions, clung to the massive shaft so tightly that shoving it in and out of her had turned into quite a chore for a child Kenny's age.
Frank grinned with lewd expectation. "Then take off your pants and shorts, and I'll let you stick it in your mama. How about it, Marge, you ready to give the kid a piece of puss?"
"Good Lord, Frank!" she gasped, staring at Kenny as he pushed down his pants. "We shouldn't… do anything… li-like that! It's incest!"
"Yeah, it is, ain't it?" Frank chortled. "But that's not what I asked you, baby. Take a look at that stiff little pecker on him and tell me you don't want it."
Quickly she shut her eyes, refusing to watch as her son pushed down his shorts. The mood she was in, she didn't dare look at Kenny's penis for fear she might weaken and give in to Frank's unspeakably indecent urgings.
"The very idea!" she wailed, shuddering with a mixture of fascination and horror at the mere thought of committing incest with her beloved son. "I'm his mother, Frank! How could you even suggest such a wicked thing? For God's sake, haven't you already put us through enough filthy perversions to satisfy you?!"
"Not near enough!" he snarled as he slowly inserted the full length of the gigantic rubber phallus up her now-stilled torso.
When he had all twelve inches of it buried in her belly, the head pressing against the bruised, ultra-sensitive mouth of her dislocated womb, he squeezed the testicular bulb and injected her with a torrential stream of cold, gelatin-thickened milk. The stuff gushed out in a single powerful surge, bathing her feverish uterus before it washed down luridly between the shaft of the huge dildo and the satiny walls of her snug fitting vagina to spew out of her, making her tightly gripping cuntlips flutter and sputter around the broadly flared base of the artificial penis.
"Ooouuuu!" Marge sighed, the different but highly pleasant sensations of it causing her to shiver blissfully as the whitish slime streaked her thighs and buttocks and trickled down the crack of her quivering rump. She was about to have another climax, and all in the world she wanted was for Frank to start ramming that lovely monster to her and bring her off. "Fuck me with it, Daddy! Get it going hard and fast! I'm about to cum! Push me! Ohhh, hurry! Push me oooverrr!!"
He wasn't about to let her have that cum she wanted. She was hotter than a Death Valley fox in rut on a scorching summer day, and that's exactly the way she was going to stay until she did what he wanted her to do. His powerful fingers locked around the handle, but instead of pumping the dildo to her, he yanked it completely out of her, depriving her orgasmically primed pussy of the evil instrument just when she needed it stuffed up her in the worst possible way.
Her tautly-stretched portal hung onto it like a bulldog, the elastic rim of her hair-fringed opening pulling out from her sweaty crotch, clinging hungrily to the retreating head. Then the broad coronal ridge broke the suctioning seal of her gripping labia minora, and the fist-sized rubber crown lurched free of her distended cuntflesh. It sounded like the uncorking of a five-gallon jug, except the noise her disappointed snatch made was a bit softer and a lot wetter. Her clefted mound snapped back against her groin in a rubber-like fashion, her swollen larger labia flapping loosely in the breeze. Her cunt was a mess, what with gelatinized milk and an abundance of natural woman-goo bubbling down out of it. The furry gap between her legs, previously as small as a virtuous teenager's, was now a gaping gash that could easily accommodate a mule.
"Ooohhhh, nooooo!!" Marge groaned piteously. "Put it back in! Please, please! Dear God, Frank… d-don't be so cruel! You can't leave… me… li-like this! Oh, Daddy, I'm… burning up! Shove it back up meee… and give me… some relief!Make me ccuummm!!"
"So you want to cum, do you?" he taunted, pushing Kenny – who was now nude from the waist down – into position atop her. All it required was a little shove at Kenny's boyish behind, and Frank had the child's pecker inside the mother's sloppy cunt.
"Nooh, Frank! Oh, My God!" Marge cried, but she made no move to dislodge her son. She could barely feel his tiny goober, didn't know for sure if it was in her yawning pussy yet.
Kenny, on the other hand, was very much aware of the moist, womanly heat surrounding his stubby peter. He was high on wine, beside himself with premature, albeit very real, passion; it felt wonderful to him. He liked his mother's pussy right off, and couldn't have been happier about getting to make love to her the way he'd seen Frank doing that morning.
"Ride her, buddy boy!" Frank hissed, and swatted the lad's naked behind as if he were a young colt he wanted to send off at a gallop.
Imitating Frank's earlier example, the glassy-eyed kid flew into action, his stony little dick stabbing rapid-fire into his mother's gaping fuckhole.
He'd hunched her perhaps a dozen times when the first orgasm of his young life exploded in his loins, nearly scaring the naive child to death. He hadn't known anything like this would happen, and although it felt awful good, Kenny thought maybe he was dying, or at least having a fit of some kind.
"MAMA!" he yelled, and collapsed on top of her, crying, "Ohhh, ohhhhhh ahhhhhhhh!!" as his surprised pecker jerked throbbingly in the velvety softness of her hot, wet cunt.
Marge could tell he had it in her now. Of course there was no ejaculate, but she could feel his darling little organ twitching wildly about inside her, and she knew he was cumming. His frightened outcry melted her mother's heart and, right or wrong, she flung her arms around him and hugged him tight, crooning, "Yes, Kenny, yesss! You're cumming, sweetheart! Don't worry! It won't hurt you! Cum, cum! Oh, Precious, darling… my adorable little boy!"
"GAW-AWD-DAMN!" Frank husked, for the sight of mother and son fucking had such a powerful psychological effect on him that, although his prick was only half erect again, it was spurting a second, smaller load of sluggish, milky-white jism.
While the mother and son lay there on the floor in the classic position of intercourse, Marge crying and Kenny wondering what was wrong because he'd enjoyed it and thought she had, too, Frank turned up the bottle of whiskey and killed it without realizing what he was doing.
The room was spinning around Frank when he dragged Marge's son off her and began drunkenly stuffing his limber penis in her. But it wasn't Marge he was attempting to screw. In his alcohol-drugged mind, she'd somehow become not Kenny's mother but his.
It wouldn't work. After two cums and all that booze, he was temporarily impotent. Finally he rolled off her, muttering incoherently, and began blubbering, then broke out crying like a baby.
Marge, who wasn't nearly so drunk now, ignored the big slob. Sorely ashamed of the dreadful thing they'd all done but needing relief desperately, she made Kenny go into the bedroom and, as soon as he'd closed the door behind him, she grabbed up the dildo and was attempting to stick it back up her burning snatch when Bobo trotted over with his tail between his legs and started licking her messy crotch.
The big German shepherd had tried to work his head under her dress many times before, but she'd always slapped his head and scolded him severely. This time, however, she was disinclined to rebuke the dog once she'd felt the enormously enjoyable results of his lapping tongue. Her cunt was on fire. If she didn't get relief she feared she would go crazy and start screaming and trying to climb the walls. The head of the dildo was too large; she couldn't insert it, didn't have the strength.
So she did the next best thing – or so it seem to her lust-crazed mind at the moment – by tossing away the artificial penis and opening her legs to the dog she'd raised from a puppy.
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm!" she chanted, squirming her ass rapturously about when Bobo started licking her steaming pussy in earnest. Only seconds later she threw back her head in orgasmic ecstasy, going, "Ooonnnggggg… ooonnnggggg… ooonnnggggg!!" with her hand over her mouth so Kenny wouldn't hear her lustful cries of fulfillment as the blessed relief she needed so badly washed over her in great sheets of tension-releasing bliss.
"No, Goddamn it, nooooo!!" Frank screamed in drunken rage. "Ain't no shit-eatin' dog gonna do that to my maw!" He pushed himself to his feet and kicked viciously at Bobo, missed and nearly fell before he drew back his foot to try again.
But the rotgut was having its full effect on him now. He lost his balance and began staggering backward, swinging his arms wildly and muttering like a lunatic. He tripped on Marge's tattered dress and his hulking body went crashing down, his head grooming off the blunt edge of a sturdy old occasional table. He was out cold when he hit the floor.
Kenny came rushing back into the living room, all shook up, to see what was going on. His mother was still in the final throes of her climax. Before she shrieked and began slapping at Bobo's head, he saw that she'd been letting their pet lick her between the legs.
Now that her raging passion was satiated, Marge embarrassedly retrieved her panties and bra and dipped them on. "Put your pants on, Son," she told Kenny, her gaze unable to meet his after the terrible, sordid things Frank had forced upon them. "We're getting out of here, right now!"
At last she saw Frank for what he really was, and she loathed him, wondered how she could've ever thought she loved a brute like him. He was the scum of the earth, and he'd managed to drag her down to the point where she felt like a piece of worthless white trash herself. But he wouldn't get the chance to degrade and humiliate her again. There was no fear of the drunken bum coming around. He would be out till morning at least, and by then she and Kenny would be long gone. They would take their belongings and go to a motel. Tomorrow she would find them a plate to live, a nice little apartment or cottage in a decent part of the city where Kenny could go to a good school and she would take that job at the pants factory until she could find something better.
But they would need money until she earned her first paycheck. She tugged Frank's wallet from his hip pocket. It contained almost five hundred dollars. With no qualms, she took out two hundred and put it in her purse. Frank owed her at least that much. He'd been flat broke before he'd take the painting job for which he'd got paid today, and she'd given him her diamond wedding rings to sell. The set had cost nearly a thousand dollars, but Frank said he'd gone to three pawnshops and two hundred was the best offer for them.
She'd been put out with him for letting them go so cheaply, and thinking back on it made het infuriated now. She opened his wallet again and plucked out two more fifties.